I'm on a bus. I'm on a bus. I'm on a mother------g bus

Yesterday I got on the GO bus at 5:44 in the morning.

5:44. AM. Willingly.

I had to be at the office well before eight for a product launch. By 12 pm, it felt like I'd put in a whole workday with four more hours still to go 'til I could leave for the day. It was a long day.

On the bus it was just me and the bus driver, and not just any bus driver, but 'Santa', my regular bus driver. He was as surprised to see me as I was to see him.

I wasn't really up to chatting but I engaged him anyway because I like listening to him talk about his grandchildren. At some point, as we drove through east Oshawa, we had picked up another passenger who was sitting two seats behind me.

So Santa is chatting away, I'm struggling to stay awake and all of a sudden there's this singing coming from the man behind me. He's pounding the headrest of the seat in front of him like a drum and he's singing, "I'm on a bus. I'm on a bus. I'm on a motherf-----g bus." He was also hissing out his 'S's as in "buh-ssssssssss".

This went on for the whole bus ride until he got off near the Oshawa Centre mall.

He wasn't wearing headphones. He wasn't listening to music of any kind. He bode the driver a good day and sauntered onto the sidewalk. As we pulled away, he began air drumming and singing again.

Fifty bucks says he was singing about walking on the sidewalk.